All Chapters of Taming the Arrogant Billionaire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Savannah’s POV"We do not need an extra house. We can handle the press from here!" I said, stepping closer to the table, my voice cracking as panic threatened to swallow me whole. I looked at my mother, desperately reaching my hands out. "Mom, please. Tell them this is too much. Julian and I will do more interviews, we will go to more galas, we will do whatever the lawyers want under this roof! Just don't force us out there alone."My mother hesitated, her lips parting, but before she could say a word, my dad leaned forward and slammed his hand on the table."Enough, Savannah!" he snapped, annoyed that I dared refuse. "The decision is finalized. The county board is reviewing the environmental zoning bids at the end of the week and if you two are not residing in that house by tomorrow morning, that's when the real trouble will start

Savannah’s POVHis exhale from last night was still echoing in my ears when we arrived, except now there was an entire farmhouse between us instead of just a hallway. Fortunately, the relocated farmhouse was massive, more than enough space for a very strict boundary line. Since the estate was still being set up, the upper floor had three fully furnished guest bedrooms alongside the master suite.Seeing this, I didn't hesitate for even a single second. The moment I finished unpacking the kitchen crates, I marched back upstairs, grabbed my remaining bags from the master threshold, and moved entirely into the furthest guest room down the corridor which was far away from the master suite, which I knew Julian would be occupying. Julian watched me from the hallway with his face pale and his jaw tightly set, but he didn't try to argue knowing I would always have my way and he knew be

Julian’s POVDamon came at me like a wounded animal, blood dripping down his face. He threw his entire weight forward, swinging a wild, clumsy punch aimed straight at my jaw. Under normal circumstances, my boxing training would have allowed me to evade the punch effortlessly and plant him right back onto the floor, and follow up with a punch hard enough to knock him out.But as his fist moved toward my face, a calculated strategy flashed through my mind and I saw a very good opportunity.Yes, I could beat him brutally without breaking a sweat, but I knew how these things worked. I’d thrown the first punch, if anyone bothered to ask, but appearances had never cared much for the truth, only for what was shown. I’d been bullied and preyed on by enough people, either for my dad’s name or for being born rich, to know l

Savannah's POVI never did answer that question. I just kept running from it.The days that followed that suffocating incident where we almost kissed passed in awkwardness as I avoided him by all means.If I heard his footsteps on the stairs in the morning, I stayed locked inside my room. If he was in the living room, I stayed out in the fields until night, once I was sure he’d retired. The distance between us grew by the day, and I wanted it that way.Nearly five days later, following my now-mastered routine of avoiding him, I walked downstairs around seven, expecting the room to be empty as usual, but instead found Julian sitting silently at the counter. He was wearing a loose black t-shirt with his broad shoulders slumped as he stared blankly at a mug of coffee.

Savannah’s POVTime seemed to blur as we proceeded to the hospital. All I could hear was the voices of people shouting, the rolling wheels, and the sharp beeping of monitors.“Male, twenty-six, severe hyperthermia, unresponsive to verbal commands!” the lead paramedic barked as they rolled the gurney out of the vehicle.I scrambled out right behind them, my hand sore from desperately clutching Julian’s. I had promised never to leave his side in the vehicle, but the moment he was rolled into the emergency unit, I was blocked.“Ma’am, you need to wait in the reception area. The doctors need space to stabilize his temperature,” a nurse said professionally as she gently but firmly pried my fingers away from his palm.